It was a 1979 Chevrolet Monza. It was a rust/gold color. At the time I was so ungrateful. Really, I was. I took it for granted that I was just 15 and I had my own car paid for and all. I did not even have a job to earn money to put gas in the thing. My parents made sure it was full of gas. I was ungrateful then, but now I am very thankful for that part of my life. What a charmed life I had.
I did drive my grandmother and her sister around in it. They gave me gas money sometimes as well. And I used the money to put gas in my car.
I also ran errands for the family in a car I did not pay for. I did wash my own car and clean it myself.